Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
She lifted her head. “I think we’ve talked enough for one night, don’t you?”
This close, it would be the easiest thing in the world to kiss her. And, fuck, he wanted the taste of her on his tongue more than he wanted his next breath. It was only sheer self-control that kept him from taking her up on the invitation blazing across her face right then and there. “Hadley?”
“She’s sleeping.” She made a face. “Though you’re right. I’d feel a lot better if there was a locked door between us and her.”
God, she was killing him. “Sweetheart, I didn’t bring you up here for this.” But he wanted it. Holy hell, he wanted it more than he’d wanted anything in longer than he cared to remember.
“I know.” She climbed out of his lap and tugged on his hand.
Still, he held off. “You’re sure?”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I’m tired of waiting for our chance to come around again, Cillian. I want you. You want me. Life’s too short. Let’s do this.”
He pushed to his feet. “And they say romance is dead.” He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
“I said it before, sweetheart. We do this, we’re doing it my way.” He smacked her ass for good measure, grinning when she cursed. The nearest room with a door that had the ability to lock was the rarely used study. He walked into it, locked the door behind him, and then shut the curtains. The O’Malley men might be discreet, but he didn’t want anyone getting an eyeful of Olivia except him.
Only then did he set her on her feet. She opened her mouth, but he kissed her before she could get a word out. Instantly, she melted into his arms, pressing her entire body against the front of his. He ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass, backing her up and lifting her onto the desk. The extra height lined her up with his cock, the yoga pants a sad excuse for a barrier between them. He thrust against her, holding her hips in place so he could get the same angle he’d had in the car.
She gripped his shoulders, her head falling back, and a moan escaping her lips. “Cillian.”
“Sweetheart, next time you say my name like that, I’m going to be inside you.” He skimmed off her shirt and tossed it to the side, quickly followed by her bra. She leaned back on the desk and lifted her hips, helping him get the damn pants off.
And then there was only Olivia, naked and waiting.
For him.
He cupped her breast, his cock so hard, it was a wonder he could string two thoughts together. “You’re fucking perfect.” He stroked down the front of her body to cup her between her legs. He traced her opening with a single finger, teasing her. “So hot and wet and ready for me. I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
“What are you waiting for, then?” She spread her legs wider, boldly meeting his gaze even as her body shook.
Fuck. She was such an intoxicating mix of attitude and vulnerability. He stepped back, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. The look on her face made the new distance worth it. She devoured him with her eyes the same way he was devouring her, in an almost physical touch. He started to unbutton his jeans but stopped.
Olivia pointed. “Stop teasing me and lose the pants.”
“I haven’t even started to tease you yet.” He went to his knees in front of her. “You might want to cover your mouth.”
“What—oh my God.” She slapped a hand over her mouth as he licked up her center, his gaze never leaving her face. Watching the play of emotions there—shock, pleasure, a growing need—was almost as good as the taste of her on his tongue. Almost. He gripped her hips and jerked her to the edge of the desk and then licked her again, exploring her slowly with his tongue and reveling in the little sounds coming out of her mouth, muffled by her hand. He wanted her to come like this, against his mouth and spread out over this desk. For him. Because of what he was doing to her.
He didn’t have a right to feel possessive of her, but he didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was being the only one she could focus on for the next few hours. Cillian sucked her clit into his mouth, working her as she went wild around him, her cries growing more frantic with each pass of his tongue. He’d joked about teasing her, but he could no more deny her an orgasm than he could deny himself the pleasure of giving her one. He picked up his pace, flicking her clit, holding her thighs wide even as her body shuddered and went tight. Jesus. He gave her one last long lick and sat back on his heels.